[chorus]Killa klan, come get this, big business,Motherfucker be a witness(k-rock from killa klan kaze)Now I was coming in up in memphis on thatMotherfuckin real shitBullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all myDues to triple the 6Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to thePistol gripSee crunchy black up in the back loading up myExtra clipCoppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murderCaseI pulled over, got my glizz,I took my hand andPopped the copDj paul looked at me, nervously without a sweatCarlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope maneBroke his neckOx and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like aBumble beeEuropean chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seatsSouth memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tapeFor saleMystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring aCrowdChevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckinPump'cause show me love, k-rock locked'em in the fuckinTrunkDamn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in myHandMaybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the manRappin' ain't no fuckin thang, triple 6 beBiggity-bangin'Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it wouldaBeen ol' k-rockFinna be cockin', attackin' and poppin'And droppin' these coppers like enemy niggasThat can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'That's livin' them limpin the triple 6Now I'm back when I been on the track wit theScarecrow'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you'reTrippin I'm taking no lipNiggas I'm droppin your musical styleKilla klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'emWhen they steady pimpin'Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have noFuckin witness, fuckinWitness[chorus] -4x(mc mack from killa klan kaze)I got a street sweeper just to keep these playaHater niggas up off my backBut yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin'Ass nigga known as mcMackYou best believe I'm packin ammunition for theseBusta snitchesStangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp done wentRags to richesHustling on the track, my ends is stackin, 'cause I'mBreakin heifersMake my cheese, bitch break your knees(god-daaamn!) the pimpin mack isCleverBustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannotAggravate meDroppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack willNever changeI'm cheffin like an indian and that's the type ofStage I'm inI'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin likeA fuckin waspProvoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck yourBitch ass, pull your cardWe creepin late at night with them thangs on theRoody-poo,Trick lets see who's hardI ask myself the question why these watermelonNiggas wanna cramp my pimpinJealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and sweatin theseHoes up out they clothesSo brace yourself for the impact of the mack, thisAin't the first of the monthAnd we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitchesHoe so be a witness, be a witness[chorus]- 4x(scanman from killa klan kaze)There's no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin forA killingWhen you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckinBitches with no patienceSo in a minute that's when you lie dead, from theBuckshot through your chest, bulletsFled ripping and stripping and home again and wornTo shredsPimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them bitchesScared from horrorOf the corpses that I toture sufferer, in themChambersThe morning, the crying, 'cause eternally they tormentThe burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitchI'll rise back up on you niggas real quick justLike the evil deadMy master with evil powers to devour you bitchesThat burn in hellI'm clickin with madness form the triple six killaDemonsThe anger that's in me got me crazed manI'm lurkin I'm creepin, here come the scan manSneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodiesIn a slumThe killa klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rotIn them ditchesWhen vengeance of demons slit young bitches and ripThem, in piecesNo love bitchChorus till end